Carole, I remember you, burnt doll, wasted doll.
Your dress sticks to your skin which flows over your necroused bones.
The flesh pastes are peeling.
Moulting is buttoning our muscles.
Waiting for the flies.
I opened my mouth wide.
Swallowed all suffers.
Doll slapped, doll strapped, grafted edema, ashen tissue.
I'm in pain, mom, my body is shaking.
br/>Carole when you envy me I undo myself I know, evil is silent.
I destroy our pains satiated with plasma exudation.
Carole wants to play charred ©s.
Let's begin the descent, the murderous water curls with relaxation.
Around my thigh the fiery bark embers.
Carole, the water fix the nylon, my body trembles I know, evil is silent.
Carole wants to play I know evil is silent Carole wants to play.
The water fixes the nylon on our skin tones.
The peeling hangs.
Give me your age, give me your age, give me your age, give me your age I won't forget it again.
Give me your age Age I won't complain anymore.
Give me your age, give me your age.
Give me your hands I won't run away from you anymore.
The entire film of your being has melted on this bench.
Anaplasty of the leather of your head on your pale little girl's face.
Like an animal, it is incomplete.
Your hair always grows back .
But on your cheeks.
The flesh pastes are peeling.
Moulting pimples our muscles.
Waiting for the flies.
The flesh pastes are peeling off.
The molts are buttoning our muscles.
Waiting for the flies.
I opened my mouth wide, swallowed all the sulfur.
I'm six years old, my bandages are rotting.
Soft with blood.
But who does this to us?
If my leg falls off, I know the evil is silent.

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